Our Happily Ever After Fantasy {h.s} (#JustWriteIt #Wattys2015)

Chapter 3

Our Happily Ever After Fantasy

Chapter 3

Sarah's P.O.V

Once I pushed the door open, a loud crash makes me jump a little. My eyes land on the back of a young female, she looks very petite and skinny. Her hair is so long and shinning so vibrantly it looks so beautiful. Her brown hair sits in curly waves at the bottom and her small figure leans against her drawers. She seems tense. I look around to see what made the crashing noise earlier. I see a broken mirror, those ones with the long handles and fancy frames. The glass is shattered all over the place, the frame is broken apart and the handle cracked.

The woman doesn't seem to notice my presence. I made a small cough noise, which seems to do the trick because she turns around and looks at me. Her eyes are filled with sadness, they seem so puffy and red signifying that she cried earlier. In sniffles she says "can you...help me clean this please?" her voice cracks a little. She looks like she's about to cry again.

Out of sympathy I rush to pick the broken fragments. Just as I bend down I hear more sniffles, I then dared to look up and take a peak at her. I see tears falling down and she seems so be crying more and more. I quickly stood up and asked her what's wrong. "EVERYTHING IS GOING ALL WRONG IN MY LIFE," was the reply. I try my best to cheer her up by telling her positive. From what I can tell from listening is, that she's in love with some Harry guy, she's very rich and she's crying about her hair. And from that I assume she's pretty worried about her looks and her biggest fear is apparently not looking good for Theo-what's his name.

After the crying stops she tells me to fetch a broom to clean the mess in such a sharp tone, I regret helping her. I rush to find the broom, and it takes 15 minutes to find my way back after a lot of thinking. I clean the mess and rush straight out of the room. I wanted to go back to the attic and go home but a part of me wanted to explore this place. So I took the next right I see and walk around the place.

There were so many people walking around, dressed as maids, butlers, chiefs and a lot more. I began to become so curious my mind could just explode. I was admiring the paintings that lined evenly along the walls, especially one with Francesca smiling ever so sweetly. You'd think she was sweet and nice as she looks but obviously she isn't as nice as her smile. I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn't hear footsteps coming around the corner.

"Oh sorry," a deep voice speaks when our two figures collide. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," I return. I look up to see two pairs of green eyes and a beautiful smile is plastered onto his charming face. Brown curls hang loose on the sides his prominent jawline. He has on a white suit with gold lining in a diagonal, where the buttons are and matching white pants. He nods and walks past me down the hall of paintings and make a left. I don't think I've seen anyone so beautiful. His smile is so captivating; I want to stare at it all day. But of course, my aesthetics probably meant nothing to him. I contemplate whether or not I should follow him to see where he goes or continue to roam this palace. Curious to find out his name, I decided to trail behind, making sure not to get too close.

I peek around the corner and see him stop in front of Francesca's room, sighing loudly before pushing the door open.

"HARRY SWEETHEART," a squeaky voice comes through the door making me gasp. That was Harry? My heart begins to pound so hard but instead of eavesdropping, I rushed towards the attic. I knew the exact way as I paid close attention to the turns we made. I collapsed by the floorboard lifting it up to reveal the strange portal. I pushed my hands through it, sure enough the jelly substance behind to spin dragging me further in. Darkness surrounds me as I'm fully dragged inside. I just hope and pray that it takes me back to the storage room.

It takes seconds to realize where I am, I'm wearing my jeans and t-shirt and there lies my bag next to my foot. I unzip the bag open, frantically searching for my phone. After retrieving the device from the messy contents of my bag I check the time and the numbers 8:30 flashed before my eyes. That's funny; I was surely in there longer than 5 minutes. I hear customers coming in and out of the store and realize that the shop had just opened. I threw my phone back into the bag and rush outside acting as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast, I couldn't wait to tell Julie about it. It was so strange it felt like a dream yet it was real, I'm sure it was real. What on earth is really going on here? A small part of me didn't want to see the place again but most of my heart just wanted to see Theodore again.

I took the train back to Julie & I's place, stopping to get a coffee on the way. I know you're not meant to have coffee so late in the day, but I really needed it. Once I turned the doorknob open, I'm surprised as Julie has yet to be found. Looks like she's working late tonight. 

I dropped my bag onto the couch, set the coffee on the table and threw my feet up in the air and then resting it on the couch. I'm confused, stressed, tired and hungry all at the same time. I pull out my phone and surfed the internet, when something caught my eye. 

"Prince Harry 90th Year Anniversary" in bold followed by a few other small texts I was not bothered to read. No, it couldn't be the same one. I click on the link and sure enough a black and white picture of a young man, the exact same man I crashed into.

Feeling more confused than ever I began to read the article.

"Today we commemorate Prince Harry's death. It's been 90 years since our last prince fell to his end. Harry was our last known prince after the entire Lance heir came to an end. Since then we've grown from a Monarchy to a Republic. blah blah blah"

Wait, so if he's dead..did I just travel back in time?